On being vulnerable
I was stucked down on my bed due to a bad kick of ridiculous allergic rhinitis and vertigo. It isn't ironic that I feel thankful for being sick; I have an excuse to myself to lie down, be lazy and just get all the sleep I wanted.
In this circumstances............
" You're crying and hurting over a pitiful man who doesn't give a damn about a single drop of your tears. You wan to be weak, and you feel like it's the end of the world. No sympathy, Fine! Yet , you still got your choice. Don't let the man do the same over and over again"
I am vulnerable but it's all my fault.....or is it?
Is crying a sign of weakness or just human being allowing myself to breathe out the burden that I carry here in my chest.
Is stupidity to fall in love, try to patch up things again but at the end you failed and hurt.
I hope someone would sympathize or agree with me..
Right now, I just want to be in my bed. Done a little writing and try to weigh thing over.